This is a song about "Cotton"

It's a -- situation

Out in the cotton gin

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Out in the cotton gin

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin