This is a song about "Cotton plantation"

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Who know this be the life that i really live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Better yet they work my every nerve

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

It's a -- situation

Out in the cotton gin

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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