This is a song about "Cotton picker"

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Youre nothing but a silly little nose picker

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

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

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

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

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

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend