This is a song about "Fields of wheat"

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Fields stained scarlet as blood trickles

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Out of mind out of sight

Couple grand when i rock the night

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes