This is a song about "Cotton buds"

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

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

Glued to my taste buds, i can feel em, they sour

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with

What up girl, tell me how you been

Out in the cotton gin