This is a song about "Existential dread"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

From a blend of dread and veneration

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

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

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

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Ima make you dread this fucking rap battle thread

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

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

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Torn emcees dread the skills of me