This is a song about "Cary fields"

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

The fields of wv is where i was raised,

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

The fence they was on about my rap skills

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

Amen, they say you only live once

Fields stained scarlet as blood trickles

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Those october days, we'd explore the fields of wonder