This is a song about "Coals"

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I feel the coals burnin' scorchin' beneath my soles

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Going at it holding orange coals, tryna cope

Plucked to finish those who envision coals under pressure from most

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed