This is a song about "Heavy guitars"

So while the world goes drake crazy

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I always come prepared with a set that fucking heavy,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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

Under heavy strobe northern nights

When i get my hands on nines