This is a song about "Coal"

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

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

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Sell my soul, price of coal

Women at my pole

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 asked santa claus for coal, so guess who stole his presents.

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

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

Your stupid i'm through with your views, slowly stewing you fools, like a casserole