This is a song about "Picking cotton"

Picking heads for oral

As i light one for ill will

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

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

Secret society all we ask is trust

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

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

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

Theres probably subtext, are you picking it up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck