This is a song about "Cotton"

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I been out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

It ain't where i been

Out in the cotton gin

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.

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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