This is a song about "Cotton"

I been out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Go where you ain't been

Out in the cotton gin

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

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

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips