This is a song about "Haley weaver"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

And then in the future, a weaver

See, i like the person that you are

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

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I was kissin nikki haley

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow