This is a song about "Getting busy"

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

While i get busy on the ground reuniting all the people