This is a song about "Deep web"

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

You caught in the web of that woman

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Cause i speak this deep shit, believe it

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Baddest with deep tactics..

The web you created in your head

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

But its too late your knee deep.

Swear i will murk any beat

We can't catch the beat

But this goes so deep, -real deep-