This is a song about "Gagsyd web"

You caught in the web of that woman

Miami nights, ain't another one

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

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

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

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

The web you created in your head

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Code red, which means you go red

For those lost inside the web

Put this music up on the web let it go spread fucking viral,

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

This is like love, that you can never get

Best on this web-site,oh wait you already knew it