This is a song about "Gimicks"

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

'cause it was an admired service-man