This is a song about "Rolling coal"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Just rolling around, town cause

Sell my soul, price of coal

It's apart of her goal

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Oh yes i kept on rolling

Why not me the same thing

Rolling in my bugatti

So fast, can't copy