This is a song about "Existential dread and cramps"

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Ima make you dread this fucking rap battle thread

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Insidious feelings of dread

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Spitting till i feel lyrical cramps

We getting money, you can face the facts

I work hard for everything i get

Party in your head there a club in your dread

Social conditioning and

I ain't trying to be ignorant