This is a song about "Brittle"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Cause you broke me down im so brittle

Not for the weak, frail and brittle

And my songs when they reach they official

Not for the weak, frail, and brittle

Baby girl my stroke official

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Is a space that now you hold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

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

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

The world is so typical

Not for the weak, frail and brittle