This is a song about "Field"

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

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

And getting money is the song i sing

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

These rappers are animals and im about to have a mean feast

Fire your guns in explorer as it stands as the battle field,