This is a song about "Gagsyd web"

For those lost inside the web

Nobody ain't own us yet

Its too late your already caught in my web

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

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

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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,

The web you created in your head

Cutting me this worthless check

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

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

You caught in the web of that woman