This is a song about "Cotton"

I been out in the cotton field

Once the message released

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

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

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"!

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

If you feel it, it must be real just

Out in the cotton gin

And picture me rollin