This is a song about "Ron weaver"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

And then in the future, a weaver

I thought i recognized her

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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