This is a song about "Cotton"

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

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

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Out in the cotton gin

She all on my skin