This is a song about "Cotton"

Out in the cotton gin

I know that love it could begin

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

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

What up girl, tell me how you been

Out in the cotton gin

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

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

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field