This is a song about "Cotton pickers"

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

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

I get special attention

Out in the cotton gin

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

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