This is a song about "Cotton"

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.

With a little bit of passion

Out in the cotton gin

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son