This is a song about "Cotton"

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

I'm always out in the cotton field

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Double mg not to mention

Out in the cotton gin

What up girl, tell me how you been

Out in the cotton gin