This is a song about "Cotton"

I wont forget about all the men forced to pick cotton and

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

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

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

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

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field