This is a song about "Cotton"

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.

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Secret society all we ask is trust

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

The tables are turned i can't take this

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Out in the cotton gin

Hmmm where should i begin

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and