This is a song about "Device connectivity web three rals"

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Homie he is rapping like a compu device

For that j number three

Than the muse of a family

Fuck, i was number three,

I’m a hustla, baby

For those lost inside the web

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

At the age of fuckin three

But am i less holy

My lady, my baby

From the discussion of top three

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

You caught in the web of that woman