This is a song about "Cotton"

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

Double mg not to mention

Out in the cotton gin

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff