This is a song about "Field trip"

A bitch ain't nothin' but a dog

And take a vacation to trip a broad

Gym volleying! right there on the courts rallying! right there on the field

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

Her lifes a field of landmines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

But see i planned a trip

The dead society of a poet

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Get off a key like i can’t sing