This is a song about "Busy"

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

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

But he was to busy falling

120 in the ghost take my bitch shopping

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

While i get busy on the ground reuniting all the people

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Push comes to shove , his parents were always busy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree