This is a song about "Dread"

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

No matter however your embittered being endeavours with dread, scorn

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

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

I’m a hustla, baby

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

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

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

From a blend of dread and veneration

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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

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

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision