This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

I know that love it could begin

Out in the cotton gin

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second