This is a song about "Boys hearts occupied"

Please correct me, stretch marks

So many kind words few kind hearts

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

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

Tire marks, tire marks

I come to win your hearts

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Keep my mind occupied at all times,

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Lookin at my boys like

Wino might find yo' sight

But they will never reach our hearts,

You haters put up your guards

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Same flies file in hearts like they're aisles