This is a song about "Cotton"

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

I'm a magician so please focus

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Out in the cotton gin

And picture me rollin

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Once the message released

I been out in the cotton field

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips