This is a song about "Coal"

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

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

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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've been fly, i'd could probably show

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close