This is a song about "Harm"

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

While he still shouts shit because he knows he is in no harm

She hurted me but didn't want to harm

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Suicide and self harm leaving us all to fear,

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit