This is a song about "Heavy mystic"

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

Brought the caviar and heavy plans,

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Under heavy strobe northern nights

Whether buddhist or buddah, that's judas or judah

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

Surrounded by these heavy smokers

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas