This is a song about "Field"

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

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

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

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

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

And this will be the song that we sing

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

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

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