This is a song about "Existential dread"

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Party in your head there a club in your dread

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

I should michael jordan these rappers

Paint a thousand pictures with a photograph/ that's existential/

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Get rid of the dread, tell em to forget what they said

Nobody ain't own us yet

Insidious feelings of dread

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck