This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

Lookin’ for some action

Out in the cotton gin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

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

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

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.