This is a song about "Cotton gin"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Diligently getting lifted with piff and a quick swig of gin