This is a song about "Existential dread"

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

No matter however your embittered being endeavours with dread, scorn

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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

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

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

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

It's obvious i'm crazy

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Insidious feelings of dread

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch