This is a song about "Faze brittle"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

But now the world don't even faze me

Plus haters don't faze me, they insult, but they can always be

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Not for the weak, frail, and brittle

Yea it look official

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

(ball so hard) this shit crazy, y'all don't know that don't shit faze me

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'm not white i fake it.. accept it, you can't faze me, you're a problem i face daily

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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