This is a song about "Coal industry"

I came in industry without get any help

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

It's apart of her goal

Sell my soul, price of coal

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

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

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

Face of the industry

Nothin sweet when i attend, see