This is a song about "Harm"

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

You see now that nigga lonely

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

I gotta picture the harm

My sim card's the bomb

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

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