This is a song about "Web theme"

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

I guess every bad leader needs his theme music

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

On my beam merrily we roll along aint no theme

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

The web you created in your head

Im trying to see her in bed

Throw a rhyme every line,can't follow a theme, fuck a bitch,in her tummy. my dick

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

Im steady killing with a heavy metal melody as my theme song,

Please correct me, stretch marks

By blasting up theme parks

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs