This is a song about "Harm"

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

It's twelve noon, ain't no harm in self inducin' a snooze

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat