This is a song about "Web"

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

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

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

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

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

Its too late your already caught in my web

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

For those lost inside the web

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head