This is a song about "Cotton"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Out in the cotton gin

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

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

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

What up girl, tell me how you been

Out in the cotton gin

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

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