This is a song about "Gather"

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

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

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

Gather my mind in musical pastures lathered with

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

Notice me for who i am, going headstrong as a determined ram. no capacity for

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

All the people gather into a crowd and sing a song

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

We bring the truth so people always gather

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

But i gather that cash like hacka shack

I open my mouth and all the people gather

I wanted a brother my mother i told her