This is a song about "Coal"

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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

Sell my soul, price of coal

Open up your contacts then scroll

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

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

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

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll