This is a song about "Cotton"

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Out in the cotton gin

Through thick and thin

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

Out in the cotton gin

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff