This is a song about "Busy"

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

You a lady boss, now you fly free

So when the mouth is busy

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Im busy makin big bucks

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Push comes to shove , his parents were always busy