This is a song about "Fields of wheat"

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love