This is a song about "Cotton"

No longer with us; he's deceased

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

I say that keeps me going

Out in the cotton gin

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

One time for the ville that cole rep

I been out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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