This is a song about "Harm"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

I gotta picture the harm

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Or did i sprout a new arm, cat squad causing all this harm,

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free