This is a song about "Cotton"

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

We're not forgotten, while you say a fake truth soft as cotton,

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Out in the cotton gin

I'm always out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased