This is a song about "Cotton"

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Out in the cotton gin

I get special attention