This is a song about "Coal mining"

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

So the devil that drove in her got in control

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

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

Didn't even care whether it's summer or blistering cold , platinum records were getting sold

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

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

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

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

If you know like i know, you should lie low

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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