This is a song about "Cotton"

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

Once the message released

I been out in the cotton field

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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