This is a song about "Field"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

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

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

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

Truthfully, some eye at least

I been out in the cotton field

Cause i been in the field life on the line with him

The world should turn as soon as my records spin