This is a song about "Coal"

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

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

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

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Let's put it on cruise control

Sell my soul, price of coal

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