This is a song about "Harm"

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

But what you know is that nobody can harm

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I gotta picture the harm

Tats no dey for my arm