This is a song about "Field"

Truthfully, some eye at least

I been out in the cotton field

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

Who know this be the life that i really live

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Naw but if there's grass in the field, then just like me,

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

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