This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

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

Out in the cotton gin

I know that love it could begin

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

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