This is a song about "Cotton"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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.

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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