This is a song about "Harm"

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

The fire brigade laid rest to the flames and claimed no harm was done,

When you took my hand up so calm

I gotta picture the harm

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

Malia family, we the family

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free