This is a song about "Cotton"

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

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

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

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

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Out in the cotton gin

Gin makes me sin