This is a song about "Field of guitars"

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

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

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

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

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

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes