This is a song about "Real heavy"

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I always come prepared with a set that fucking heavy,

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

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

Money long from here to japan

Heavy breathing out like an old man

But c-can't look up in that mirror

Heavy bars like a weightlifter

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Although its heavy, ignore the conscience/

I can taste the salt from my tears

Just another product of this matrix

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks