This is a song about "Field"

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

Of masc to the field and double to the r