This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

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.