This is a song about "Field"

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

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

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

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