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

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

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

I been out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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