This is a song about "Ryn weaver"

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

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

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

And then in the future, a weaver

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window