This is a song about "Rolling coal"

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

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

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Rolling weed and smoking it too

You know i’m better off without you

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

Oh yes i kept on rolling

Energized and still going

Rolling up' paper planes

I like my girls skinny with brains

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Even though he played the role, cold souls burn from coal