This is a song about "Creamy obsidian"

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

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

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,

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

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

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood