This is a song about "Field"

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

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

No longer with us; he's deceased

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

I been out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Her lifes a field of landmines

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em