This is a song about "Busy"

While i get busy on the ground reuniting all the people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

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

Lately my mind's been busy and cray

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

But he was to busy falling

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip