This is a song about "Ron weaver"

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

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

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Kids ain't like reggie jackson, nicki barnes their hero

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

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And then in the future, a weaver