This is a song about "Cotton"

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

I been out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

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

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

We gone keep going

Out in the cotton gin

Out in the cotton gin

Energized and still going

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck