This is a song about "Cotton"

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Out in the cotton gin

It's a -- situation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

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

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

I swear i'll never call you bitch again