This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Out in the cotton gin

Catch you up on places i've been

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

It's a -- situation

Out in the cotton gin

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

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