This is a song about "Cotton plantation"

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Secret society all we ask is trust

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.