This is a song about "Heavy"

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

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

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

Dreaming heavy, deeming ready to accept my sleep

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy