This is a song about "Cotton"

I know that love it could begin

Out in the cotton gin

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

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

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

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Out in the cotton gin

Energized and still going

And you niggas will acknowledge this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

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.