This is a song about "Cotton eyed joe"

Out in the cotton gin

Catch you up on places i've been

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/

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

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough