This is a song about "Cotton pickers"

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Out in the cotton gin

And the reason that i'm going

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

We're not forgotten, while you say a fake truth soft as cotton,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field