This is a song about "Gary busy"

Trackin' my movements, but i'm busy leanin'

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

First off congratulations on the win

But he was to busy falling

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

And, i gets busy like i never had a 3 way

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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