This is a song about "Dread"

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

It ain't hard to make money

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

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

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

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

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

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

From a blend of dread and veneration

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin