This is a song about "Rollin coal"

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Cause i come rollin in your neighbourhood reassured

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Give him daps tears rollin down my face

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Sell my soul, price of coal

Women at my pole

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat