This is a song about "Cotton"

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Womanizing to say the least

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

With a little bit of passion

Out in the cotton gin

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front