This is a song about "Cotton"

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I been out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

But she was talking about my pendant

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least