This is a song about "Cotton"

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Out in the cotton gin

We gone keep going

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

And the reason that i'm going

Out in the cotton gin

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.

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back