This is a song about "Pockets on heavy"

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

But i'm done teachin' niggas though it's school

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

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

So heavy on blast,event the world cant stop

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Shining a light on my lack of focus, broke pockets/

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

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