This is a song about "Cotton"

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

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

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

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

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

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