This is a song about "Cotton"

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

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

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

And isaiah say one day your time will come

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

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