This is a song about "Harm"

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

You don't have to be 'bad' to cause harm to others.

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

But what you know is that nobody can harm

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

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

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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