This is a song about "Field"

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Cause i been in the field life on the line with him

But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option

Her lifes a field of landmines

Rollin' down the four o five