This is a song about "Cotton"

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

I love your ambition

Out in the cotton gin

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I been out in the cotton field

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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"!

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field