This is a song about "Gimmicks"

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Stealing gimmicks these puppets ok with acting scenes,

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I envisioned a vivid image/ of you spitting 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

So get lost with your gimmicks

And now your best friend's having kids

Out of lyrics and nitpicks with silly gimmicks.

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips