This is a song about "Cotton"

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

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

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

Visions, dreams of passion

Out in the cotton gin

Through thick and thin

Out in the cotton gin

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Lookin’ for some action

Out in the cotton gin

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name