This is a song about "Real heavy"

Although its heavy, ignore the conscience/

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Thats easy trap bet i'm heavy with that

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

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

I always come prepared with a set that fucking heavy,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas/

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

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