This is a song about "Cotton"

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Out in the cotton gin

And the reason that i'm going

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

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.

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses