This is a song about "Heavy like salt n peppa"

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Looking like ya shit you britches in a heavy rap of mist

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

N u will see it like a bicker

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Workin' like a robot, and carry the heavy cannon,

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed