This is a song about "Web development"

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Its too late your already caught in my web

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Yet it's crazy his rap development was never arrested

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Development to try make it intelligent, irrelevant. signs of the subject

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

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

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Is not far from white girls with big bread

The web you created in your head

Ain't finna peak yet

For those lost inside the web