This is a song about "Ron weaver"

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

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

I pipe in and one night her

And then in the future, a weaver

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

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

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

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

Now that little pre cum gone be having me swollen

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

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