This is a song about "Cotton soft pussies"

Unassertive pussies cant keep work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I know i'm runnin' through your head now

Before i make pussies meow

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

We spit hard rhymes,that make you soft.

Parallel on the other side

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Out in the cotton gin

Double mg not to mention

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Fucking these pussies numb

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

Secret society all we ask is trust

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second