This is a song about "Field"

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

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

I been out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole