This is a song about "Mekhi fields"

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

This man can single handedly save the culture

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

I run 8 squared miles, exponent mekhi phifer

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

So here i am at the store for some chips

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

But they sold jello in the paint

The fields of wv is where i was raised,

'cuz we shine brighter, rhyme tighter, like mekhi phifer,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators