This is a song about "Cotton"

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

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

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

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

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Out in the cotton gin

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag