This is a song about "Cotton plantation"

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Let me cash you out , here hold this

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I been out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field