This is a song about "Cotton pickers"

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

I get special attention

Out in the cotton gin

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

About disaster in the world and

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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