This is a song about "Cotton"

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

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Womanizing to say the least

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Energized and still going

Out in the cotton gin

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

And picture me rollin

Out in the cotton gin

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

Think i’m bout to blow, they call me george from boston