This is a song about "Harm"

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

Bait baby, wait baby

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Liu kang the way i kick it, bumping wu tang

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

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

But he was scared, didn't want to see her come to no harm,

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free