This is a song about "Busy"

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

But he was to busy falling

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Shout out bieber and nicki

So when the mouth is busy