This is a song about "Dread locks"

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I'll throw him into a giant oven and hide the locks.

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

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

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks