This is a song about "Cotton"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

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

But she was talking about my pendant

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag