This is a song about "Cotton gin"

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Diligently getting lifted with piff and a quick swig of gin

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

I feel like an alcoholic, no more gin

Everybody finger point in your direction

No longer with us; he's deceased

I been out in the cotton field

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

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden