This is a song about "Ron weaver"

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

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

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio 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

And then in the future, a weaver

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

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