This is a song about "Haley weaver"

I was kissin nikki haley

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

I'm a dream-weaver, your night's mare n' the ringleader

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

And then in the future, a weaver