This is a song about "Field"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

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

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

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

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field