This is a song about "Cotton and pesticides"

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Out in the cotton gin

We gone keep going

So i guess that's where i hide my things

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I'm always out in the cotton field

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend