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/

All the people gather into a crowd and sing a song

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

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

Gather round gather round cause i’m home now

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

My life is a gather of strives of knifes and daggers

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

Gather my mind in musical pastures lathered with

I open my mouth and all the people gather

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her