This is a song about "Coal"

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

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

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

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

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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

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

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.