This is a song about "Ron weaver"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

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

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

And then in the future, a weaver

You are the flawless creature

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for