This is a song about "Fields"

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

The fields of wv is where i was raised,

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Those october days, we'd explore the fields of wonder

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Fields stained scarlet as blood trickles

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips