This is a song about "Oxy cotton"

High of oxy im hardly conscious

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Who know this be the life that i really live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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 take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

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

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk