This is a song about "Cotton plantation"

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Out in the cotton gin

What up girl, tell me how you been

Truthfully, some eye at least

I been out in the cotton field

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Out in the cotton gin

And picture me rollin

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and