This is a song about "Casey cotton"

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I been out in the cotton field

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

I go 90 down the casey

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second