This is a song about "Cotton"

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

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

It ain't where i been

Out in the cotton gin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I'm ballin you niggas is arliss so watch this

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

She never ready to go so she forever come