This is a song about "Cotton pickers"

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

What up girl, tell me how you been

Out in the cotton gin

Hmmm where should i begin

Out in the cotton gin

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second