This is a song about "Cotton"

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

With a little bit of passion

Out in the cotton gin

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

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