This is a song about "Harm"

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

But what you know is that nobody can harm

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

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

While he still shouts shit because he knows he is in no harm

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

For me it's all that matters i harm cunts with slashes

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

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

Full of shit, like i ate that john