This is a song about "Busy"

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

Too busy staring into the pictures ‘n films,

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

These days, i’m busy out here gettin paid

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Im busy makin big bucks

Amen, they say you only live once

Trackin' my movements, but i'm busy leanin'

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving