This is a song about "Cotton"

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

One time for the ville that cole rep

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

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

Out in the cotton gin

And the reason that i'm going

She all on my skin

Out in the cotton gin

Truthfully, some eye at least

I been out in the cotton field

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

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and