This is a song about "Web series"

An explosion on the mic as i weave a woven web of beauty, so seldom does it happen,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

The web you created in your head

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

The first rap from my back from the coffin series.

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

This is just the first page in a series of books

My voice make her wet

For those lost inside the web

Its too late your already caught in my web

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home