This is a song about "Cotton picker"

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

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

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

Youre nothing but a silly little nose picker

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

And picture me rollin

Out in the cotton gin

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row