This is a song about "Cotton plantation"

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

Out in the cotton gin

It's a -- situation

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

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

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

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

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them