This is a song about "Hobbit knife"

And we'll accept you for you're not a hobbit

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Plunge the knife, skins too tough

Heck man you're so short i can call you a bloody hobbit

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Rusty knife, i call it mater

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

My lady friends never really be into the life

Cause my words will stab you, like a butcher knife/

And we'll accept you for you're not a hobbit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I kill like a low-life, with no knife.

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

So if i have to stab myself with a knife

Only out a year, now facing life