This is a song about "Cotton plantation"

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

I been out in the cotton field

Once the message released

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

They say your name for attention

Out in the cotton gin

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.