This is a song about "Roll coal"

Lay low youll make bank roll

Purify that woman soul

Thats how ya know your on a roll

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

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

And roll all my own blunts

Real light jab to opponents

Timmy got his bike stole

Sell my soul, price of coal

Thats how ya know your on a roll

De la soul is from the soul

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

18 year sentence with no parole

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though