This is a song about "Cotton plantation"

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Out in the cotton gin

With a little bit of passion

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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

Truthfully, some eye at least

I been out in the cotton field

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back