This is a song about "Cotton plantation"

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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

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

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second