This is a song about "Existential dread"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

From a blend of dread and veneration

Insidious feelings of dread

Lemonhead end up dead

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Forever you my bottom bitch

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Party in your head there a club in your dread

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Paint a thousand pictures with a photograph/ that's existential/

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one