This is a song about "Cotton swabs"

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Secret society all we ask is trust

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot 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.

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

I say that keeps me going

Out in the cotton gin