This is a song about "Cotton"

Once the message released

I been out in the cotton field

Out in the cotton gin

What up girl, tell me how you been

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

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

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

I love your ambition

Out in the cotton gin

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

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