This is a song about "Cotton pickers"

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.

If you ever feel alone and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

This is my ambition

Out in the cotton gin

Out in the cotton gin

Through thick and thin

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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