This is a song about "Field"

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

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

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

I could hold you down in a forest or a field