This is a song about "Haley weaver"

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I was kissin nikki haley

Huh, i can't interpret her

And then in the future, a weaver