This is a song about "Cotton picker"

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

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Everybody finger point in your direction

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Lookin’ for some action

Out in the cotton gin

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

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