This is a song about "Coal"

The world looking out, they on the front row

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

Sell my soul, price of coal

De la soul is from the soul

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

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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