This is a song about "Field"

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Got a flock full of dimes

Her lifes a field of landmines

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks