This is a song about "Gather"

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

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Gather round gather round cause i’m home now

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Gather my mind in musical pastures lathered with

All the people gather into a crowd and sing a song

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

We bring the truth so people always gather

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

My life is a gather of strives of knifes and daggers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

Putting the pieces together, from what i can gather/

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after