This is a song about "Harm"

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

It's twelve noon, ain't no harm in self inducin' a snooze

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

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

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Suicide and self harm leaving us all to fear,

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

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

No tats dey for my arm

I gotta picture the harm