This is a song about "Coal"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

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

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

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

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

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

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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