This is a song about "Cotton"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Out in the cotton gin

And picture me rollin

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 say that keeps me going

Out in the cotton gin

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

About disaster in the world and