This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

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

Energized and still going

Out in the cotton gin

I been out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least