This is a song about "Ron weaver"

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

But five years from now i bet she see

And then in the future, a weaver

Life’s a bitch and i feel her