This is a song about "Field"

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

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

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

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

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

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

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

I been out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

No longer with us; he's deceased

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field