This is a song about "Existential dread"

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Ima make you dread this fucking rap battle thread

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

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

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Get rid of the dread, tell em to forget what they said