This is a song about "Busy"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Tripping while i'm slipping, busy fighting off these demons

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Too busy staring into the pictures ‘n films,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears