This is a song about "Harm"

Liu kang the way i kick it, bumping wu tang

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice