This is a song about "Cotton picker"

Hmmm where should i begin

Out in the cotton gin

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

The fence they was on about my rap skills

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

If you ever feel alone and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

Out in the cotton gin

And the reason that i'm going

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least