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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field

Womanizing to say the least

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver

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

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes