This is a song about "Fields"

Hoping that nobody don't notice

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Fields stained scarlet as blood trickles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

But they sold jello in the paint

The fields of wv is where i was raised,

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse