This is a song about "Gather"

I open my mouth and all the people gather

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

All the people gather into a crowd and sing a song

My life is a gather of strives of knifes and daggers

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

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

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

We bring the truth so people always gather

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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