This is a song about "Busy"

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

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Oh lord yes not kidding we busy winning dividends

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

So when the mouth is busy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

These days, i’m busy out here gettin paid

Lately my mind's been busy and cray

Round my motherfuckin way