This is a song about "Cotton"

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

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

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

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

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

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident