This is a song about "Harm"

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

She hurted me but didn't want to harm

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

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

I gotta picture the harm

When you took my hand up so calm

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don