This is a song about "Coal"

Sell my soul, price of coal

Purify that woman soul

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

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

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole