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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

It's amazing how i'm raising the bar for the others. i'm not a singer,

No longer with us; he's deceased

I been out in the cotton field

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach

And by the grace of god you make the approach

Like an r&b singer, bitch i'm a believer,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I got the muscle to swing a knuckle, feeling like you've been wiped with a belt buckle/

Lyrics are criminal, every visible line is typical and pitiful

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

I'm a lyrical force, show no remorse, the source of evil