This is a song about "Ron weaver"

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

And then in the future, a weaver

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

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

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

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri