This is a song about "Harm"

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

Hey, must be the money

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Not even he satan can harm me with his hardest hit,

Didn't control 'em / but was no harm intended

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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