This is a song about "Cotton"

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Out in the cotton gin

Gin makes me sin

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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