This is a song about "Heavy heart"

Or let the mob handle that

The heavy hitter who won't quit

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Simply out of this world by choice

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

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

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

Dreaming heavy, deeming ready to accept my sleep

Under my skin scratchin bugs, pride heavy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Heavy bars like a weightlifter

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Bombs are heavy instead i sharpen my machete

Although its heavy, ignore the conscience/

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since