This is a song about "Cotton picking niggers"

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

Out in the cotton gin

Lookin’ for some action

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

I been out in the cotton field

Once the message released

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Secret society all we ask is trust

Prolific, picking victims one by one

Just to match the grind with precision