This is a song about "Cotton"

I know that love it could begin

Out in the cotton gin

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

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

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

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

Bring the battering ram where you live

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips