This is a song about "Field"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Of masc to the field and double to the r

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

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Cause i been in the field life on the line with him

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

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

Womanizing to say the least