This is a song about "Coal gasificatiob"

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

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

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

Santa won't even give you coal for a fucking christmas present

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

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