This is a song about "Dread"

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

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

Third ward general, young cash money

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Party in your head there a club in your dread

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

You dread me like im haitian, get the fuck up out my face son

From a blend of dread and veneration

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box