This is a song about "Food web"

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

You caught in the web of that woman

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

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Yeah, i'm caught up in this world like a fly in a web/

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude