This is a song about "Field"

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

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

I'm always out in the cotton field

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Told j-dot, when you get on that battle field, you're ready to win or lose.

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east