This is a song about "Busy life"

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

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

Too busy staring into the pictures ‘n films,

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Get busy livin' or dyin', the decision i'm tryin' to make

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

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

But he was to busy falling

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring