This is a song about "Web"

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

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

I woulda done anything for my own

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

For those lost inside the web

Cutting me this worthless check

You caught in the web of that woman

There's nothin' like where i come from

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Its too late your already caught in my web

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb