This is a song about "Cotton"

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I used to sleep hungry in a bed next to roaches

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

And it rules everything around them

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

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

Out in the cotton gin

Energized and still going

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

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.