This is a song about "Dread"

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Insidious feelings of dread

Woo-hah, got you all in check

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

I would have been a totally different person

Party in your head there a club in your dread

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

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead