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.

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

I been out in the cotton field

Once the message released

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My position improving, not to mention