This is a song about "Gather"

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

I gather the remains no waste and savour all the blood,

But i gather that cash like hacka shack

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

You gather your thoughts and then return here undetected,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I open my mouth and all the people gather

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Gather my mind in musical pastures lathered with

We bring the truth so people always gather

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

My life is a gather of strives of knifes and daggers

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage