This is a song about "Dead from self harm"

Touched it to your cherry lip balm

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

Tats no dey for my arm

I gotta picture the harm

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

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?

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

Is it for the best or is it doing more harm?

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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