This is a song about "Field trip"

Soo be ready for a painful trip.

My shit was submarine like, under ship

Some of the fat dick, nigga dont trip

Me and you just need to talk a bit

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Benny fucking trip remember the name,

I wish i’ll never see you again