This is a song about "Mekhi fields"

The fields of wv is where i was raised,

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Fields stained scarlet as blood trickles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts