This is a song about "Heavy flow menstration"

Surrounded by these heavy smokers

Talking about the god you serve

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

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

I always come prepared with a set that fucking heavy,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Salt'n'pepa and heavy d up in the limousine

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

Heavy bars like a weightlifter

That damier bag i bought her

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Give them the heavy flow of your words, they got cash stackin',

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys