This is a song about "Rollin coal"

All my other people that dance around

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

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

Even though he played the role, cold souls burn from coal

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Cause i come rollin in your neighbourhood reassured

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

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Rollin that devils lettuce

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Spit it back at you as coal and set fire to it

I make you feel like it is 10 below

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice