This is a song about "Coal"

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

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

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

While you gasp 'n' you croak, my clueless rivals run as i chew your eyeballs whole

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

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

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.