This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

Energized and still going

Out in the cotton gin

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them