This is a song about "Heavy fire power"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Breathing heavy foggy from steam

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

I'm everything that they call nice

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Brought the caviar and heavy plans,

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Money equals greed, greed equals power,

Listen to every word that i slur

Your on fire.. your on fire

The heavy hitter who won't quit

Then play you all my latest shit