This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

Out in the cotton gin

Energized and still going

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Oh its over whole time she knows this

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

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

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame