This is a song about "Charlottes web"

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

Nobody ain't own us yet

The web you created in your head

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Best on this web-site,oh wait you already knew it

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Its too late your already caught in my web

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

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

You caught in the web of that woman

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

For those lost inside the web

Cutting me this worthless check