This is a song about "Gimmicks"

I show many gimmicks yeah, but im a mystical rhymer, call me a big timer,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Using midgets as gimmicks. she got a lot of game, she don't need a name to acclaim

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Real name and no gimmicks in this game like obie trice,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

With power puffed in his lyrics, never hurled to earn gimmicks?

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I envisioned a vivid image/ of you spitting gimmicks

So here i am at the store for some chips

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

Out of lyrics and nitpicks with silly gimmicks.

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks