This is a song about "Field"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Of masc to the field and double to the r

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

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Dissin me at home field, just know you're a visitor

If ratting is college i bet you niggas is master splinter