This is a song about "Cotton"

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

Out in the cotton gin

Energized and still going

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

Out in the cotton gin

With a little bit of passion

I been out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills