This is a song about "Cotton swabs"

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

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

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened