This is a song about "Cotton"

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

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

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

No longer with us; he's deceased

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I am olubowale, the answer to this

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

By the water, au revoir to my audience