This is a song about "Field of guitars"

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

Of masc to the field and double to the r

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

I was born to do the damn thing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

Dissin me at home field, just know you're a visitor

Womanizing to say the least

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Battle field got all bloody, but it was all beautiful like a rose in red

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Everybody finger point in your direction

Cause i been in the field life on the line with him

No longer with us; he's deceased

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field