This is a song about "Busy streets"

This is hip hop for today

Lately my mind's been busy and cray

Tryna kill my dreams

Played our beats on the streets

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

All that ass in your jeans

Played our beats on the streets

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

Push comes to shove , his parents were always busy