This is a song about "Rollin coal"

I feel like i'm falling, yeah falling into a black hole, that's darker than black coal

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Sell my soul, price of coal

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Catch me rollin’ off in the ride

Not only had the fiend died

Give him daps tears rollin down my face

They say that i never cease to amaze

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

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk