This is a song about "Inkling of a spider"

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I was afraid of this, just like i'm scared of a spider

Your friendly neighborhood spider-man

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

 a little of me and a little of you,

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Thug for life nigga

I'm the bastard son of a

I'm classed as a castor of magic, a master of immaculate tactics

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since