This is a song about "Coals"

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

I feel the coals burnin' scorchin' beneath my soles

Plucked to finish those who envision coals under pressure from most

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love