This is a song about "Softer than cotton"

Here i go again, falling in love again

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

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

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row