This is a song about "Cotton"

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

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

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

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

Out in the cotton gin

We gone keep going

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

Out in the cotton gin

It's a -- situation

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.