This is a song about "Coal"

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

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

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

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

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

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low