This is a song about "Cotton rap"

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Still unravelling rap

I'm stuck with that

Out in the cotton gin

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

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

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement