This is a song about "Field"

Gym volleying! right there on the courts rallying! right there on the field

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I been out in the cotton field

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

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

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again