This is a song about "Dreads"

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Stangle you with your own dreads and

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

I spill the blood of rappers and use weezy dreads to soak it up

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Grabbing heads, ripping out dreads to lock them with

I spill the blood of rappers and use weezy dreads to soak it up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut