This is a song about "Nick cotton"

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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