This is a song about "Heavy real"

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

I deal in heavy weight

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Although its heavy, ignore the conscience/

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Dreaming heavy, deeming ready to accept my sleep

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas/