This is a song about "Jena cotton"

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

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

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

Out in the cotton gin

Gin makes me sin

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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