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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

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

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Guys saw a lump of coal & i scooped her up & inside was a diamond.

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

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

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul