This is a song about "Coal"

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

Purify that woman soul

Sell my soul, price of coal

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

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

Six feet under you's won't be making a sound, now i've taken control

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

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

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

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

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