This is a song about "Cotton"

Penncounting pennys over tha years

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

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

With a little bit of passion

Out in the cotton gin

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field