This is a song about "Busy"

While i get busy on the ground reuniting all the people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Tripping while i'm slipping, busy fighting off these demons

They're busy bees, sipping tea while chillin' in their silky sheets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds