This is a song about "Getting busy"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

She was too busy getting railed through

You know i’m better off without you

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And i can't even look the other way

Lately my mind's been busy and cray

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

So when the mouth is busy

Hopin' that my niggas see

But he was to busy falling

Why not me the same thing