This is a song about "Cotton"

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

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Out in the cotton gin

Girl listen, trying to position

I been out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

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

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

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

Think i’m bout to blow, they call me george from boston

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin