This is a song about "Busy"

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

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

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

We never tattle, let god handle that

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Lately my mind's been busy and cray

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Too busy staring into the pictures ‘n films,

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

Push comes to shove , his parents were always busy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see