This is a song about "Field"

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

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

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

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

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

Of masc to the field and double to the r

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble