This is a song about "Field"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Told j-dot, when you get on that battle field, you're ready to win or lose.

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

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

I been out in the cotton field

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