This is a song about "Cotton"

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

She never ready to go so she forever come

We're not forgotten, while you say a fake truth soft as cotton,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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

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

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