This is a song about "Coal"

Sell my soul, price of coal

Purify that woman soul

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

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

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

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

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

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