This is a song about "Heavy petting"

I always come prepared with a set that fucking heavy,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Thats easy trap bet i'm heavy with that

Ah, god damn it, you're fucking heavy.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Third ward general, young cash money

Im a emcee heavy weight,quicker than g

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Heavy bars like a weightlifter

Although its heavy, ignore the conscience/

So i guess that's where i hide my things