This is a song about "Cotton"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Energized and still going

Out in the cotton gin

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation