This is a song about "Oxy cotton"

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

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

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

My talent should take me places i've never been

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Ecstacy, #oxy, a bit of weed mixed with meth that'll be #alright,

That's why i shine like i does

High of oxy im hardly conscious