This is a song about "Damage"

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

You cant stop it,you cant withstand the damage

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Clasp tight as i make cardiovascular incisions to damage my victims

Perhaps you suffered brain damage back when you had that accident?

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

But that's what he liked her

I do damage with my razor

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

But you better switch your lane before i spit you some damage

The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes