This is a song about "Sheb web"

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

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Wale they call me tiger stripes

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Its too late your already caught in my web

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

For those lost inside the web

If your man want to bet

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

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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