This is a song about "Cotton"

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

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

Out in the cotton gin

Hmmm where should i begin