This is a song about "Death by spider"

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

But there's no spider bite, and no dumped waste

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

I rid em of all they venom, like spider-man with a mission

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Grow older, closer to death.

And i'mma keep ya fresh

What you getting is death

Spending her time with him i guess

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

I'll prove it with one hand by beating you to death with a spatula.

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz