This is a song about "Ron tennis"

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,

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

I'mma live and die in cali

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

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

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

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

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track