This is a song about "Harm"

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

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

This is like riding through the city

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

We got money to go get baby