This is a song about "Cotton"

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I been out in the cotton field

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

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

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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