This is a song about "Cotton candeh"

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

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

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name