This is a song about "Web"

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

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

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

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

This is like love, that you can never get

The web you created in your head

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Its too late your already caught in my web

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,