This is a song about "Cotton"

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

Lookin’ for some action

Out in the cotton gin

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Penncounting pennys over tha years

I been out in the cotton field

Once the message released

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

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

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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