This is a song about "Field"

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

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

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

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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