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

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

She never ready to go so she forever come

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

You pull up in parking lots

Fuck you if you feelin' different

And remember what i said and

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

No matter however your embittered being endeavours with dread, scorn

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

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

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