This is a song about "Cotton"

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

I say that keeps me going

Out in the cotton gin

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field