This is a song about "Ron weaver"

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

And then in the future, a weaver

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

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

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

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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