This is a song about "Rolling coal"

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

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

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

I must go like fly route

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

Simply out of this world by choice

Rolling in the rolls royce/

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Amma be rolling off the hinges

They for grossing a bigger business