This is a song about "Field hockey"

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Fire your guns in explorer as it stands as the battle field,

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

I been out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

My mood is cocky, i'll mopping your ass on from the floor like its air hockey

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace