This is a song about "Existential dread"

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

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

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

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

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Ima make you dread this fucking rap battle thread

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Party in your head there a club in your dread

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head