This is a song about "Damage"

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Bricks, cement and mortar couldn't repair the damage i caused her,

I do damage with my razor

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Now you speaking my language

That we're doin all this damage,

Use verbal semantics to cause damage

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

You get burned with these words i damage

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Inflict enough damage till your scarred for life, tired and cry,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Damage both fysical and mentally they felt

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Clasp tight as i make cardiovascular incisions to damage my victims