This is a song about "Field"

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

No longer with us; he's deceased

I been out in the cotton field

Of masc to the field and double to the r

The hotels we staying in twelve star

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

This maze i'm in amazes me at times

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

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

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