This is a song about "Harm"

Not even he satan can harm me with his hardest hit,

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Acting like they can kill me, rapping like they can harm me,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Or did i sprout a new arm, cat squad causing all this harm,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat