This is a song about "Field"

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

No longer with us; he's deceased

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em