This is a song about "Picking cotton"

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

As i light one for ill will

Picking heads for oral

African queen got what you need

Picking up all the girls on the street,

Picking words from the top of my cranium

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Picking up gear from dick's.