This is a song about "Field"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

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

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

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

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

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

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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