This is a song about "Heavy petting"

Where my, soldiers, my true thug rollers

Surrounded by these heavy smokers

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Under heavy strobe northern nights

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Brought the caviar and heavy plans,

Bombs are heavy instead i sharpen my machete

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

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

Must be something you want me to see