This is a song about "Cotton"

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I been out in the cotton field

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

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

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

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap