This is a song about "Heavy martel"

Bombs are heavy instead i sharpen my machete

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Your dad was nothing but a heavy dipper

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Although its heavy, ignore the conscience/

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

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

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby