This is a song about "Cotton pickers"

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

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.

We gone keep going

Out in the cotton gin

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

What up girl, tell me how you been

Out in the cotton gin

Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills

We once came from fields of cotton to roses