This is a song about "Ron weaver"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

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

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

And then in the future, a weaver

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window