This is a song about "Cotton"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Out in the cotton gin

Hmmm where should i begin