This is a song about "Mekhi fields"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

Criminal gunplay is like a film, but with no mekhi phifer,

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

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

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I run 8 squared miles, exponent mekhi phifer

The fields of wv is where i was raised,

But they sold jello in the paint

With corrupt leaders and those overseers in the coca fields,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees