This is a song about "Cotton eyed joe"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

Wide eyed when im leaving

Let my angel sing

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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

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

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

We're not forgotten, while you say a fake truth soft as cotton,

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

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

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