This is a song about "Heavy mystic"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

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

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

I feel good, i look great

I deal in heavy weight

And heavy in your adolescents.

Thought this was forever love

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

My kick game be making fifa envy

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Heavy breathing out like an old man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks