This is a song about "Harm"

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Didn't control 'em / but was no harm intended

That's word to my mom

I gotta picture the harm

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

You don't have to be 'bad' to cause harm to others.

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

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

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

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

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights