This is a song about "Harm"

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

And save her from this path that we call self harm?

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat