This is a song about "Cotton and pesticides"

And picture me rollin

Out in the cotton gin

When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Hmmm where should i begin

Out in the cotton gin

As my name get bigger this game get different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

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

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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.