This is a song about "Spider"

I rid em of all they venom, like spider-man with a mission

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

We about to set this bitch on fire

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

But there's no spider bite, and no dumped waste

Your friendly neighborhood spider-man

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Cold hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough