This is a song about "Ron tennis"

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

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

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose