This is a song about "Harm"

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

She hurted me but didn't want to harm

Is it for the best or is it doing more harm?

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

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

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I gotta picture the harm

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton