This is a song about "Web"

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

For those lost inside the web

Kick back and know yo son set

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

You caught in the web of that woman

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

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,

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

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