This is a song about "Harm"

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

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

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

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

But he was scared, didn't want to see her come to no harm,

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

I gotta picture the harm

No tats dey for my arm

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep