This is a song about "Cotton and pesticides"

Before you tell me about veggies, i'll have you know that you're eating pesticides

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

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.

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

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