This is a song about "Dread"

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

And when i think back, i dread that moment and i hate the day

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Get rid of the dread, tell em to forget what they said

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

The differences between being queen and being bitch

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

I've been misled, yet, no matter how much death, dread or regret,

Insidious feelings of dread

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread