This is a song about "Coal"

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

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

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul