This is a song about "Field hockey"

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will