This is a song about "Field"

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

But i told my self "don't falter dawg, you know you're a beast

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

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

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

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

I been out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops