This is a song about "Field"

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

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Of masc to the field and double to the r

When i step up out the maserati car

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

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

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.

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

No candy scenes and reeses' pieces, heat's heat, be deceased,

Fire your guns in explorer as it stands as the battle field,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops