This is a song about "The hobbit"

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Whip, plane, motions own

As the king upon the throne

Hop off the bus

Where the fuck the chorus

Saw the bombs on the news

Its cold as shit in this booth

Ima let her be by herself in peace

As the tao converted the thief

Down the street to the car,

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

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

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good