This is a song about "Cotton"

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Out in the cotton gin

Through thick and thin

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

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