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

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Ah, god damn it, you're fucking heavy.

Their topics are weak and their rhymes are whack,

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Simply out of this world by choice