This is a song about "Cotton"

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

We're not forgotten, while you say a fake truth soft as cotton,

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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"!

I'm always out in the cotton field

Womanizing to say the least

Out in the cotton gin

And the reason that i'm going

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.

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap