This is a song about "Web pt"

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

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,

Gon put yo ass threw some pt while you bump some c/

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home