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.

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

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