This is a song about "Cotton"

Visions, dreams of passion

Out in the cotton gin

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

I been out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Womanizing to say the least

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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