This is a song about "Cotton"

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

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

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Out in the cotton gin

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

We're not forgotten, while you say a fake truth soft as cotton,

Double mg not to mention

Out in the cotton gin