This is a song about "Field of guitars"

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Her lifes a field of landmines

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

Naw but if there's grass in the field, then just like me,

I been out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

And it rules everything around them

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel