This is a song about "Cotton"

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Out in the cotton gin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

As my record label nitpicks at this

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

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

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

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different