This is a song about "Dylan brittle"

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

Not for the weak, frail and brittle

Lady at the frank stand will

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

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Never seen you as lyrical

Cause you broke me down im so brittle

Not for the weak, frail and brittle

With a honey in the middle

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

I say that the pool is closed

Not for the weak, frail, and brittle

As i light one for ill will