This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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 get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

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

Out in the cotton gin

Catch you up on places i've been

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend