This is a song about "Gather"

I gather fanatics and there's nothin that i would rather have/

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You will never have the ability or stability to be a decent rapper,

Rather capture the actor, oops i meant the pastor, fucking bastard n' after gather this chatter.

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

I open my mouth and all the people gather

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

You gather your thoughts and then return here undetected,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Putting the pieces together, from what i can gather/

Gather round gather round cause i’m home now

Will somebody please show me how

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

All the people gather into a crowd and sing a song