This is a song about "Harm"

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

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

I'm keepin all my photos in my 23rd psalm

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

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

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

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

Touched it to your cherry lip balm

I gotta picture the harm