This is a song about "Ron tennis"

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Throw me to the damn wall like tennis ball still i'll bounce back

And getting money is the song i sing

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

The fittest crew like a pair of nike jordan tennis shoes,

Let me rideuntil i get free

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

How have you never heard of me, i'm rap's ron burgundy,

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Back like dennis the menace, playin lyrical tennis in this endless rhythmical diss

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

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