This is a song about "Web pt"

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

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

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

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

The web you created in your head

This is like love, that you can never get

For those lost inside the web

Nobody ain't own us yet

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

You caught in the web of that woman

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one