This is a song about "Field"

Got a flock full of dimes

Her lifes a field of landmines

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field