This is a song about "Ryn weaver"

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

And then in the future, a weaver

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

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

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

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