This is a song about "Field"

Of masc to the field and double to the r

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

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Told j-dot, when you get on that battle field, you're ready to win or lose.

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

Fire your guns in explorer as it stands as the battle field,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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