This is a song about "In a field"

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

Told j-dot, when you get on that battle field, you're ready to win or lose.

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

No longer with us; he's deceased

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars