This is a song about "Harm"

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

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

I gotta picture the harm

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

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

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

Hopin' that my niggas see