This is a song about "Cotton"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

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

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

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust