This is a song about "Balin"

Hearts start to bust and everyone ina fuss cus we stressing

Nervous wrecks, i'm 'bout to burst the tec, missile testing,

Trust me, you must be retarded, regarded as garbage

I tuck you up in carpet, then put you ina carpit,

And he didn't die when i was young - god forbid

Put a bitch ina ditch