This is a song about "Field"

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

I been out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

Fire your guns in explorer as it stands as the battle field,

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least