This is a song about "Cotton farming"

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

No longer with us; he's deceased

I been out in the cotton field