This is a song about "Cotton"

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

And picture me rollin

Out in the cotton gin

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field