This is a song about "Cotton and pesticides"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

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

I been out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

They say your name for attention

Out in the cotton gin

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done