This is a song about "Dead from self harm"

I gotta picture the harm

My sim card's the bomb

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

And snap your arm, for every time they cause you massive harm,

Self made from my skin to my shoes, size 18 so i know im in the view

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Caught in self-loathin it's time to see relief released from the tip of my teeth

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

And save her from this path that we call self harm?

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.