This is a song about "Busy streets"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

I said believe in your dreams

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

I kept runnin through the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

These days, i’m busy out here gettin paid

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

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

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

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