This is a song about "Cotton"

Through thick and thin

Out in the cotton gin

It ain't where i been

Out in the cotton gin

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

Womanizing to say the least

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Different positions, but she still moaning the same