This is a song about "Cotton"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

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

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

And wonder how we ever came to this

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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