This is a song about "Mekhi fields"

I run 8 squared miles, exponent mekhi phifer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

So here i am at the store for some chips

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Amen, they say you only live once

Fields stained scarlet as blood trickles

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

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular