This is a song about "Field"

Her lifes a field of landmines

The world seems strange at times

Of masc to the field and double to the r

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

Before we see it's hard to live

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

I been out in the cotton field

Once the message released

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

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast