This is a song about "Field"

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

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

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

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

Battle field got all bloody, but it was all beautiful like a rose in red

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre