This is a song about "Softer than cotton"

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

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

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

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

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Often found at expense of softer rounds blasted at the fodder mounds

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Go where you ain't been

Out in the cotton gin

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

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field