This is a song about "Existential dread"

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

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

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

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

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

Hopin' that my niggas see

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

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

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

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Ima make you dread this fucking rap battle thread