This is a song about "Heavy real"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

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

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

Pushing in my mama van

Heavy breathing out like an old man

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas/

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

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

Forget your dictionary - my diction's very heavy

It's moe, all i need is more chips

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came