This is a song about "Cotton"

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Cotton instead of a blend maybe your name

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

Out in the cotton gin

Go where you ain't been

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

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

Truthfully, some eye at least

I been out in the cotton field

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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