This is a song about "Ron weaver"

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

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

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

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

And then in the future, a weaver

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

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