This is a song about "Dread domino"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

That's why i'm makin' money

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

They share the same bed, instead of happiness they prefer dread

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

No matter however your embittered being endeavours with dread, scorn

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

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet