This is a song about "Jena cotton"

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

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

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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.

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back