This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

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

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Who know this be the life that i really live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

They say your name for attention

Out in the cotton gin