This is a song about "Gimmicks"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I envisioned a vivid image/ of you spitting gimmicks

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

With gimmicks replying

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

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

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

I have all music gimmicks

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

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

Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame