This is a song about "Busy life"

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

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

I'm heavy, busy writing rhymes i'm ready

These days, i’m busy out here gettin paid

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

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

Right now i'm busy, can i ignore you some other time?

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

While i get busy on the ground reuniting all the people