This is a song about "Cotton candy"

Bitches love that shit more than candy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Visions, dreams of passion

Out in the cotton gin

Like an ose; i am grandi, like your kids; i want candy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Out in the cotton gin

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

In a sip of the liquid i tipped a pill, not candy

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Candy evenings, with candy stevens

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

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Penncounting pennys over tha years

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