This is a song about "Rolling coal"

On the bible you can run

Rolling with my garrison.

But for long time i had gone cold

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

Always knew where the pot was

Just rolling around, town cause

Open up your contacts then scroll

Sell my soul, price of coal

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

Amma be rolling off the hinges