This is a song about "Cotton buds"

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

I been out in the cotton field

Once the message released

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Who know this be the life that i really live

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and