This is a song about "Cotton"

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

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

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

Out in the cotton gin

Oh-kay, here's the situation

One time for the ville that cole rep

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

And the reason that i'm going

Out in the cotton gin

Catch you up on places i've been

Out in the cotton gin