This is a song about "Coal"

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

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

Sell my soul, price of coal

Let's put it on cruise control

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

So the devil that drove in her got in control

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

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

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