This is a song about "Cotton and pesticides"

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

I been out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

They say your name for attention

Out in the cotton gin

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game