This is a song about "Coal"

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

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

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

Women at my pole

Sell my soul, price of coal

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

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

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

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

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

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

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

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,