This is a song about "Busy"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

While i get busy on the ground reuniting all the people

She was too busy getting railed through

It may be not the same for you

And i got this thing for ya my affinity’s infinity

Remember when you would ask me to color and i said i was busy?

But five years from now i bet she see

So when the mouth is busy