This is a song about "Existential dread"

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Party in your head there a club in your dread

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

First off congratulations on the win

From a blend of dread and veneration

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

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

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

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

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

They share the same bed, instead of happiness they prefer dread