This is a song about "Web"

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

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,

You caught in the web of that woman

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

The web you created in your head

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

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

For those lost inside the web

Like a church in debt

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit