This is a song about "Cotton"

Out in the cotton gin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

I been out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

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

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

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

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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar