This is a song about "Cotton plantation"

It ain't where i been

Out in the cotton gin

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

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

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

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.

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Everybody seems to misread every sentence