This is a song about "Cotton eyed joe"

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I used to have a nine to five

You and joe bros for life

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

People love hodgy i hate you though

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul