This is a song about "Bituminous coal"

I showed emotion, lighted up the coal, shoved my love in your stove,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

And blinding me to them, i should've known then you were coal and not a gem

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I asked santa claus for coal, so guess who stole his presents.

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was black as coal,

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Spit it back at you as coal and set fire to it

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

My dog is gay - here n' queerlike gary coleman, im the coal mine,

Guys saw a lump of coal & i scooped her up & inside was a diamond.

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant