This is a song about "Ron weaver"

And then in the future, a weaver

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

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

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

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

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey