This is a song about "Dread"

From a blend of dread and veneration

You're uncool like my mother kin

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

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

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

No matter however your embittered being endeavours with dread, scorn

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Bread spread n' now we dread locks