This is a song about "Web"

The web you created in your head

This is like love, that you can never get

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,

I respect that you don't know yet

For those lost inside the web

Its too late your already caught in my web

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

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

You caught in the web of that woman

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them