This is a song about "Battle field"

Naw but if there's grass in the field, then just like me,

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

I will bittle battle bittle battle bittle battle to any sound

Dissin me at home field, just know you're a visitor

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

Battle field got all bloody, but it was all beautiful like a rose in red

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast