This is a song about "Nick cotton"

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

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

And i got that bait, they all bad

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home