This is a song about "Nick cotton"

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Energized and still going

Out in the cotton gin

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I been out in the cotton field

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Let's have a toast for this new love

Nick all the worlds childrens presents