This is a song about "Field"

Battle field got all bloody, but it was all beautiful like a rose in red

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

I used to have a nine to five

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

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

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth