This is a song about "Softer than cotton"

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

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

Out in the cotton gin

I say that keeps me going

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

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I been out in the cotton field

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Catch you up on places i've been

Out in the cotton gin

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain