This is a song about "Coal"

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

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

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

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

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

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

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

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

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Open up your contacts then scroll

Sell my soul, price of coal

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

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal