This is a song about "Field"

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Her lifes a field of landmines

Of masc to the field and double to the r

When i step up out the maserati car

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

No longer with us; he's deceased

I been out in the cotton field

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