This is a song about "Cotton pickers"

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

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

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

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Out in the cotton gin

I know that love it could begin

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

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

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star