This is a song about "Gimmicks"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Ain't no gimmicks, i don't mimic, just images bitch, spit 'em,

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

I will use my intricate lyrics to expose their simplest gimmicks

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Kbric surfaced, killer with the lyrics, every single bar savage hundred no gimmicks

With gimmicks replying

By god, stop whining

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Stealing gimmicks these puppets ok with acting scenes,