This is a song about "Field of guitars"

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

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

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Of masc to the field and double to the r

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar