This is a song about "Existential dread and cramps"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

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

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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