This is a song about "Busy"

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

Oh lord yes not kidding we busy winning dividends

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

Im busy makin big bucks

As she goes through the levels

It's no longer a new jack city

So when the mouth is busy

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm