This is a song about "Ron weaver"

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

Let me work that, know i'm nasty

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

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

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

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

And then in the future, a weaver