This is a song about "Web history"

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

The web you created in your head

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Had a place in history

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

You caught in the web of that woman

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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

See that's insult to injury

I'll make you history...

I love women where ambition that makes buddha

Go down in history like dracula

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history