This is a song about "Coal"

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

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

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

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

You're very attractive, and notice that

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

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

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

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

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked