This is a song about "Death by spider"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Not intimidated by death nor the slammer,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I shall but love thee better after death.

I was afraid of this, just like i'm scared of a spider

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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

Give a mic the kiss of death

I'm hoping i confess

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

By the claws of death, ready to now take me