This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

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

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Out in the cotton gin

Energized and still going

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