This is a song about "Coal"

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

And blinding me to them, i should've known then you were coal and not a gem

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Guys saw a lump of coal & i scooped her up & inside was a diamond.

You bout the issue bro, cus ive been though more shit then a tissue roll.

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

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

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

Sell my soul, price of coal

De la soul is from the soul