This is a song about "Cotton"

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I been out in the cotton field

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Hmmm where should i begin

Out in the cotton gin

With a little bit of passion

Out in the cotton gin

Out in the cotton gin

Go where you ain't been

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

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

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

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills