This is a song about "Mining coal"

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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.

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

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

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

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

I showed emotion, lighted up the coal, shoved my love in your stove,