This is a song about "Heavy petting"

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Dreaming heavy, deeming ready to accept my sleep

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Bombs are heavy instead i sharpen my machete

Myself as a prominent figure

Heavy bars like a weightlifter

Heavy breathing out like an old man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I always come prepared with a set that fucking heavy,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

The heavy hitter who won't quit