This is a song about "Casey cotton"

Out in the cotton gin

Hmmm where should i begin

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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