This is a song about "Cotton"

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

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

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Out in the cotton gin

And the reason that i'm going

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name