This is a song about "Death by spider"

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

By feeding us these images, of bloody death and porno clips,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Grow older, closer to death.

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

And i'm a just take another guess

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

I never use a fork i always spoon her