This is a song about "Field"

Her lifes a field of landmines

There is a light that shines

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

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

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

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

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel