This is a song about "Talent contests"

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

We got the world's rarest talent, yessir we're #stacked

You might say this is garbage but its talent

Secret society all we ask is trust

This talent, i sever with it,

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

I got the talent never slacking, in this deal

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Handed down talent from the broke land