This is a song about "Rolling in coal"

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Hopin' that my niggas see

Rolling down the street in my suv

Sell my soul, price of coal

Purify that woman soul

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Aces stolen, how i'd be rolling, hole in heart, rolled too hard.

Girl you're hot for days like secondhand coal.

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

And i am one of one

Rolling with my garrison.