This is a song about "Ron weaver"

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

And then in the future, a weaver

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow