This is a song about "Dell web school diss"

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

While we going through the school

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

Better than college, after that, students home

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

For those lost inside the web

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

See i learned it in school

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

Cause i’m back on my grind

You ain't makin shit, ain't the one you wanna diss

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice