This is a song about "Cotton pickers"

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

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

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

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

Out in the cotton gin

With a little bit of passion

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

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

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

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

And it rules everything around them

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them