This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

All-star weekend floor seats by the coaches

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

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

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I been out in the cotton field

I turned into something they never became

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name