This is a song about "Cotton eyed joe"

Out in the cotton gin

I know that love it could begin

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

They calling me the hottest in the game

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

Your lines are sloppy, might as well call you joe.

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Ok fuck it/i lied/i'm a green eyed monster/

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Standing all cross-eyed looking like you not right,