This is a song about "Ron tennis"

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

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

A demon come near and i might throw a spear at the omen

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat