This is a song about "Cotton plantation"

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Out in the cotton gin

Gin makes me sin

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

I been out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

We're not forgotten, while you say a fake truth soft as cotton,

I turned into something they never became

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name