This is a song about "Cotton"

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Catch you up on places i've been

Out in the cotton gin

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

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

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

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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