This is a song about "Coal"

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

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

This shit has got my soul

Sell my soul, price of coal

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

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

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

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

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

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

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