This is a song about "Faze brittle"

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

When im happy, i act crazy drinkin like swazy and still no one can faze me,

Nothing you will say will faze me

That's why i'm makin' money

And every time i save a track and make 'em mad, faze 'em bad,

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Yea it look official

Not for the weak, frail, and brittle

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

Neither a faze nor a trance, left with 1 last chance

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans