This is a song about "Cotton"

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Visions, dreams of passion

Out in the cotton gin

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

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

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done