This is a song about "Eating hot coal"

On my back boy, holla back boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

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

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Huh, i can't interpret her

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

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