This is a song about "Coal"

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

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

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Sell my soul, price of coal

Purify that woman soul

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

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

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

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.