This is a song about "Ryn weaver"

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

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

And then in the future, a weaver

As i coordinate the perfect feature

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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