This is a song about "Existential dread and cramps"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Insidious feelings of dread

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

Spitting till i feel lyrical cramps

I got a green bag with them blue strands