This is a song about "Cotton pickers"

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

She never ready to go so she forever come

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

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

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Out in the cotton gin

Double mg not to mention