This is a song about "Fields"

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

And i feared that my fans say i failed

The fields of wv is where i was raised,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Fields stained scarlet as blood trickles

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

Cause nobody else'll give a damnso we live like caged beasts

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators