This is a song about "Cotton pickers"

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I get special attention

Out in the cotton gin

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

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