This is a song about "Cotton"

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips