This is a song about "Craig cotton"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Mama told me it'd be days like this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

With a little bit of passion

Out in the cotton gin

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

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