This is a song about "Busy"

He ain't give a fuck about you

She was too busy getting railed through

They're busy bees, sipping tea while chillin' in their silky sheets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

Lately my mind's been busy and cray

And i be on the block all day