This is a song about "Coal"

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

Found this spot in pasadena and shack with her, an investment

It's apart of her goal

Sell my soul, price of coal

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

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

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

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