This is a song about "Dread loochrasta"

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

From a blend of dread and veneration

You're uncool like my mother kin

I be gettin' money

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Ima make you dread this fucking rap battle thread

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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