This is a song about "Field"

Fire your guns in explorer as it stands as the battle field,

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

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

The things they say went a little too far

Of masc to the field and double to the r

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

Her lifes a field of landmines

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes