This is a song about "Field of guitars"

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

Often super gnar ,shred skateboards rip ,js and guitars

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

I used to have a nine to five

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Her lifes a field of landmines

This is how she want to live