This is a song about "Coal"

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

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

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

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

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