This is a song about "Field"

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

Battle field got all bloody, but it was all beautiful like a rose in red

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

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

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

Of masc to the field and double to the r

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin