This is a song about "Cotton pickers"

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

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

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

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

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

The club underwater, have em running out the front

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

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

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star