This is a song about "Field"

Dissin me at home field, just know you're a visitor

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

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

I could hold you down in a forest or a field