This is a song about "Cotton"

Out in the cotton gin

Oh-kay, here's the situation

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

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

I know that love it could begin

Out in the cotton gin

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

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

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

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

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Double mg not to mention

Out in the cotton gin

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,