This is a song about "Mr weaver"

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

And then in the future, a weaver

I move the club like a poker dealer

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

I thought it'd get better but

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Mr. right's running up,

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut