This is a song about "Cain web"

Motherfucker this is forever dope

Cain and able/back to back/ throat to throat/

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Yeah, i'm caught up in this world like a fly in a web/

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

And then along came the wrong man for her

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

The web you created in your head

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

See, i'm second to no one

You caught in the web of that woman

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,