This is a song about "Ryn weaver"

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

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

And then in the future, a weaver

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her