This is a song about "Field"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

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

No candy scenes and reeses' pieces, heat's heat, be deceased,

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

These rappers are animals and im about to have a mean feast

Womanizing to say the least

I been out in the cotton field

What we gotta do to survive

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes