This is a song about "The love or feeling protects the singer like a force field"

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

No longer with us; he's deceased

And love the feeling when you're dissin kids and rip em apart

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Fire your guns in explorer as it stands as the battle field,

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

I bring the force like star wars

And of course, my car's off course

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Naw but if there's grass in the field, then just like me,

Look over your shoulder, i am a man now

Like weed smoking's a chore now,jedi with the force wow,

The unstoppable force

Huh, a metaphor of course

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field