This is a song about "Get busy"

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Im busy makin big bucks

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Too busy staring into the pictures ‘n films,

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

Save some, save none at the same time

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

Push comes to shove , his parents were always busy

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city