This is a song about "Hands are heavy knees weak arms are heavy"

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Shaking hands, just my hands are shaking 'cause i dance with satan,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Bombs are heavy instead i sharpen my machete