This is a song about "Busy"

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

Right now i'm busy, can i ignore you some other time?

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

You know that love is a very serious thing

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

But he was to busy falling

Don't want to be the king

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

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

I'm heavy, busy writing rhymes i'm ready

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

While i get busy on the ground reuniting all the people