This is a song about "Coal"

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

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

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

And i did the video for really though

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

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

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

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

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

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Guys saw a lump of coal & i scooped her up & inside was a diamond.

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and