This is a song about "Picking cotton"

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

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

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

I was born to do the damn thing

Bring down your tower i'm picking

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

Go where you ain't been

Out in the cotton gin

Then my brother started picking on me

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see