This is a song about "Harm"

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

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

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

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