This is a song about "Nick cotton"

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

No longer with us; he's deceased

I'm always out in the cotton field

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Did you try and sniff some cotton fall off a cliff

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

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

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I'm always out in the cotton field