This is a song about "Harm"

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

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

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

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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