This is a song about "Harm"

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

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

While he still shouts shit because he knows he is in no harm

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

She hurted me but didn't want to harm

This rapping is just a charm

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I gotta picture the harm