This is a song about "Cotton"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Gin makes me sin

Out in the cotton gin

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

Once the message released

I been out in 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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

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

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one