This is a song about "Cotton"

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

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

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

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

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

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

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

I get special attention

Out in the cotton gin