This is a song about "Harm"

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

She hurted me but didn't want to harm

Is it for the best or is it doing more harm?

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Acting like they can kill me, rapping like they can harm me,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

And snap your arm, for every time they cause you massive harm,

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

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