This is a song about "Web"

All the time with this glock of mines

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

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

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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

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

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Its too late your already caught in my web

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

For those lost inside the web

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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