This is a song about "Coal"

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

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

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Timmy got his bike stole

Sell my soul, price of coal

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll