This is a song about "Cotton"

I'm always out in the cotton field

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

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

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

Out in the cotton gin

Energized and still going

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east