This is a song about "Ron weaver"

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

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

I never use a fork i always spoon her

And then in the future, a weaver

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

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