This is a song about "Cotton"

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

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

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

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

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

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

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

Out in the cotton gin

This is my ambition

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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