This is a song about "Cotton"

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Everybody finger point in your direction

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Out in the cotton gin

Gin makes me sin

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

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

If you feel it, it must be real just

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second