This is a song about "Cotton eyed joe"

Standing all cross-eyed looking like you not right,

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

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

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

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

But i'm still leaving you wide eyed

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied