This is a song about "Cotton"

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Who know this be the life that i really live

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

We're not forgotten, while you say a fake truth soft as cotton,