This is a song about "Pockets on heavy"

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Forget your dictionary - my diction's very heavy

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

Nothing else matters, as long as i have the answers. come down on the game heavy as a sledge hammer.

The very next day i see her with another brother/damn i starting rushing to her

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

So heavy on blast,event the world cant stop

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas/

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Like loch ness, i got 3 fitty in my pockets/

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks