This is a song about "Cotton"

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

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,

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

If you feel it, it must be real just

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits