This is a song about "Cotton"

And the reason that i'm going

Out in the cotton gin

Out in the cotton gin

Energized and still going

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

I been out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective