This is a song about "Cotton gin"

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Diligently getting lifted with piff and a quick swig of gin

Used to call me the african don dada

Give'm some gin and tonic to congratulate ya

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

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

Through thick and thin

Out in the cotton gin

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

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

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