This is a song about "The hobbit"

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

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Thinkin of the the dreams

Malcolm x, by any means

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the