This is a song about "Coal"

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

So the devil that drove in her got in control

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

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

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

He made me shudder no more, he forages happiness for my soul

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

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

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

Even though he played the role, cold souls burn from coal

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

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Open up your contacts then scroll

Sell my soul, price of coal