This is a song about "Heavy minds"

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Although its heavy, ignore the conscience/

Hop in and let me test drive

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

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

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

Minds are something i don't read

Holla out my set

Whole time, a little more girls

Surrounded by these heavy smokers

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

The heavy hitter who won't quit