This is a song about "Fields"

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

The fields of wv is where i was raised,

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

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

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills