This is a song about "Cotton"

I say that keeps me going

Out in the cotton gin

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

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

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

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

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

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

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second