This is a song about "Field"

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Her lifes a field of landmines

When i get my hands on nines

What we gotta do to survive

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

Back to times square...i got dimes here

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

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

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