This is a song about "Boys hearts occupied"

Lookin at my boys like

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Who cares about hearts and love

But you hate them navel kisses

Finish line with the tire marks

I come to win your hearts

Speed up, patience, please cause

Just show them boys whos boss

Haters dont phase my hearts on everlast!!

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I swear i'm coming back one day

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

The rapgame isn't for you, it's occupied

Places that were occupied before become vacant

The club underwater, have em running out the front