This is a song about "Field"

Told j-dot, when you get on that battle field, you're ready to win or lose.

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em