This is a song about "Cotton picking niggers"

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Picking words from the top of my cranium

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

This is my ambition

Out in the cotton gin

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

And i be talking about me, i do this

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

Out in the cotton gin

And the reason that i'm going

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast