This is a song about "Coal"

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

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

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

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