This is a song about "Coal"

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

Sell my soul, price of coal

It's apart of her goal

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

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

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

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

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

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll