This is a song about "Cotton"

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

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

Go where you ain't been

Out in the cotton gin

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

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

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field