This is a song about "Cotton gin"

The race war, when it's us against all of them

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

My position improving, not to mention

Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,

Give'm some gin and tonic to congratulate ya

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,

I know they pay me too much of attention

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Out in the cotton gin

There's people goin hungry, see some runnin for the dope and gin

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion