This is a song about "Big ron"

And i put you on the team

My name on the big screen

Swore i was a big shot

You chris, i rock

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

And he's killin' emcees 'till blood spills like ron goldman,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

I'mma live and die in cali

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

For the next thing down your chimney has u between sheets like ron isley