This is a song about "Picking cotton"

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

I been out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Prolific, picking victims one by one

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

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

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

My team getting digits

Picking up gear from dick's.

Out in the cotton gin

I know that love it could begin