This is a song about "Jena cotton"

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Out in the cotton gin

Catch you up on places i've been

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

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

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second