This is a song about "Cotton"

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

And picture me rollin

Out in the cotton gin

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Now i wake up, play a beat and burn a couple roaches