This is a song about "Marine field training exercise"

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

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

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

This a lyrical exercise

I'm everything that they call nice

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Stared at triangle with an eye while training

I been out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Cause i been in the field life on the line with him

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field

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

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field