This is a song about "Field"

When i step up out the maserati car

Of masc to the field and double to the r

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

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them