This is a song about "Cotton"

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

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Bring the battering ram where you live

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Double mg not to mention

Out in the cotton gin