This is a song about "Harm"

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

I gotta picture the harm

Stood out like pootie tang

But what you know is that nobody can harm

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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