This is a song about "Casey cotton"

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I been out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

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

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

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

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin