This is a song about "Dread"

Party in your head there a club in your dread

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

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

From a blend of dread and veneration

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

She never ready to go so she forever come

Insidious feelings of dread

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

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

No matter however your embittered being endeavours with dread, scorn

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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