This is a song about "Cotton"

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

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

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

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field

Out in the cotton gin

I get special attention

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

Out in the cotton gin

It's a -- situation