This is a song about "Coal"

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Sell my soul, price of coal

This shit has got my soul

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

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

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

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

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

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

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

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

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

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

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

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