This is a song about "Cotton"

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

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

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

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

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

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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