This is a song about "Cotton 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 give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

It gettin chilly back in philly so i grabbed me the gin/

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

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

Diligently getting lifted with piff and a quick swig of gin

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

They say your name for attention

Out in the cotton gin

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

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

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