This is a song about "Web development"

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Its too late your already caught in my web

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,

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

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

You caught in the web of that woman

When they here today what you say to them

The web you created in your head

My god come before this bread

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

I'm definitely in a class of my own