This is a song about "Brittle skin"

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Altering their skin till they heart stop beating

To the beats which i've ridden from this brittle prison that i lived in for days

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

All looking at each other like we're wearing animal skin!

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Yeah my skin color is white,

You should spend the night

Not for the weak, frail, and brittle

And my songs when they reach they official