This is a song about "Nick cotton"

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Mommy found out i’m paying everybody bills

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Out in the cotton gin

I been out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

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

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

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field