This is a song about "Rollin coal"

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

On the slow jam of love

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Powerplays and dice rollin at swim meets

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice

I will be by your side

Catch me rollin’ off in the ride

I just call it …remember all the dough

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,