This is a song about "Field"

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

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

The things they say went a little too far

Of masc to the field and double to the r

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field