This is a song about "Oxy cotton"

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

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

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

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Go where you ain't been

Out in the cotton gin

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

Out in the cotton gin

And the reason that i'm going

You just working with the scraps you was given

Not just the oxy but drugs of all description