This is a song about "Gather"

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Trophy's that stack up by my window pane, they're stained. gather dust,

But i gather that cash like hacka shack

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

My life is a gather of strives of knifes and daggers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Putting the pieces together, from what i can gather/

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

Gather my mind in musical pastures lathered with

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

All the people gather into a crowd and sing a song

We bring the truth so people always gather

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for