This is a song about "Oxy cotton"

And the reason that i'm going

Out in the cotton gin

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Pg bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch

Sipping gin an you cringe on an oxy binge

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

Not just the oxy but drugs of all description

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

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