This is a song about "Cotton"

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I am olubowale, the answer to this

Out in the cotton gin

What up girl, tell me how you been

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

But now invisible cells around your brain

Out in the cotton gin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win