This is a song about "Busy"

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Too busy staring into the pictures ‘n films,

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Ye too, but what em did was silly

So when the mouth is busy

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

These days, i’m busy out here gettin paid

But he was to busy falling

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

Lately my mind's been busy and cray

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