This is a song about "Field"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

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

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field