This is a song about "Cotton"

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

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

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Out in the cotton gin

I say that keeps me going

Out in the cotton gin

What up girl, tell me how you been

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

Energized and still going

Out in the cotton gin

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