This is a song about "Mining coal"

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

Sell my soul, price of coal

Women at my pole

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

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

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

This verse may not be gold, it probably wont ever be sold, because this world is cold,

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

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