This is a song about "Cotton"

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Who know this be the life that i really live

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

No longer with us; he's deceased

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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