This is a song about "Cotton"

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Out in the cotton gin

What up girl, tell me how you been

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Hmmm where should i begin

Out in the cotton gin