This is a song about "Craig cotton"

The day before is better than the present

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I been out in the cotton field

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

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

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Out in the cotton gin

She all on my skin

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin