This is a song about "Field of guitars"

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

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

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

Often super gnar ,shred skateboards rip ,js and guitars

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field