This is a song about "Cotton"

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Out in the cotton gin

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

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

She all on my skin

Out in the 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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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