This is a song about "Casey cotton"

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

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

If you feel it, it must be real just

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

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

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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