This is a song about "Coal energy"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But you were never/ there just wasting all of my energy

Projecting bad energy will hold you in schism

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Release the energy stored beneath

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

I'm everything that they call nice

Cause energy never dies

Dont you see im brimming with energy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Cleverly wipe ya memory solar don't need no energy