This is a song about "Getting busy"

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

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

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

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

But he was to busy falling

And picture me rollin

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Lately my mind's been busy and cray

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Keep us busy, ain't trying to overwhelm

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

I'm too busy doin the type of shit that got gotti killed

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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