This is a song about "Heavy"

Freddy, are you ready, we heavy, fresh buddha,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Heavy bars like a weightlifter

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Surrounded by these heavy smokers

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Brought the caviar and heavy plans,

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

Thats easy trap bet i'm heavy with that

That moschino shit is so back