This is a song about "Field"

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

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.

Her lifes a field of landmines

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

And this will be the song that we sing

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

I been out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes