This is a song about "Cotton like its candy"

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Hes squishing it in his hands, wishing that pill was candy

50,000 ones before i hit up the candy

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Drinking roc like its tap

You, you, you have to pay for that

Out in the cotton gin

Catch you up on places i've been