This is a song about "Cotton"

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Through thick and thin

Out in the cotton gin

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Out in the cotton gin

We gone keep going

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin