This is a song about "Field of guitars"

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

Often super gnar ,shred skateboards rip ,js and guitars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars