This is a song about "Cary fields"

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

Fields stained scarlet as blood trickles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

The fence they was on about my rap skills

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

They call me edifrom the side that's seedyyoung nigga greedy, so i'm runnin up on these niggas easy

Shit im making history im already legendary, fucking stephen kings cary in her hairy ass pussy,

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

The fields of wv is where i was raised,

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses