This is a song about "Web history"

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

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

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

The web you created in your head

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

But we be having that jersey

Ya im about make history

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

You tend to repeat yourself like history

I'll make you history...

Come on this journey