This is a song about "Coal"

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

Sell my soul, price of coal

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

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

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

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

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

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

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

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack