This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I been out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field