This is a song about "Cotton"

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

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

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

She all on my skin

Out in the cotton gin

Hmmm where should i begin

Out in the cotton gin

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin