This is a song about "Cotton"

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

I been out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

I turned into something they never became

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

I get special attention

Out in the cotton gin