This is a song about "Coal"

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

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

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Six feet under you's won't be making a sound, now i've taken control

I feel like i'm falling, yeah falling into a black hole, that's darker than black coal

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,