This is a song about "Coal"

It's apart of her goal

Sell my soul, price of coal

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

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Even though he played the role, cold souls burn from coal

Six feet under you's won't be making a sound, now i've taken control

I feel like i'm falling, yeah falling into a black hole, that's darker than black coal

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

So much black on it look like i'm mining coal, call fire control,

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,