This is a song about "Cotton"

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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