This is a song about "Coal"

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

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

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

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

Double m g forever though

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

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

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Spit it back at you as coal and set fire to it

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

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