This is a song about "Dread"

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

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

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

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Not puckett but i hit it then i duck a bitch

From a blend of dread and veneration

First off congratulations on the win

Insidious feelings of dread

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

You pull up in parking lots

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

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