This is a song about "Existential dread"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

No matter however your embittered being endeavours with dread, scorn

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

From a blend of dread and veneration

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

On they twitter writing novels, see