This is a song about "Mrs cotton"

Out in the cotton gin

I love your ambition

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Go! you free to go about your business

Secret missives to the mrs

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

You got bitches? think you wishes cuz i'm seeing glitches of mrs

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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