This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Truthfully, some eye at least

I been out in the cotton field

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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