This is a song about "Web designer"

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

The web you created in your head

You caught in the web of that woman

We have nothing in common

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

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems