This is a song about "Cotton"

Out in the cotton gin

Visions, dreams of passion

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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