This is a song about "Cotton"

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

Out in the cotton gin

Gin makes me sin

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

We're not forgotten, while you say a fake truth soft as cotton,

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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