This is a song about "Busy town"

She was too busy getting railed through

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

But make sure if they do see

So when the mouth is busy

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Push comes to shove , his parents were always busy

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

Too busy staring into the pictures ‘n films,

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

If north is up and south is down

I could show you a bar across town

Till we run this fucking town

Come wit me you'll smoke around