This is a song about "Web"

The web you created in your head

My god come before this bread

When i get my hands on nines

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

You caught in the web of that woman

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

The next day you is everybody target

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

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

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Its too late your already caught in my web

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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