This is a song about "Cotton plantation"

It's a -- situation

Out in the cotton gin

Out in the cotton gin

Go where you ain't been

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

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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

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