This is a song about "I open my mouth and all the people gather"

And it seems that they clouded 'em out, now it's stealin' the words out of my mouth

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

We bring the truth so people always gather

I am the mc to open the minds of my fellow

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Blunt in my mouth and my hand on the grip

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Fuck it im done now watch as i toss this grenade into my mouth and blow open my dome,

And mama made miracles every thanksgivin'but now the road got rough, you're alone

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

My life is a gather of strives of knifes and daggers