This is a song about "Cotton"

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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

Out in the cotton gin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

Out in the cotton gin

They say your name for attention

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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