This is a song about "Harm"

She hurted me but didn't want to harm

Touched it to your cherry lip balm

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

The fire brigade laid rest to the flames and claimed no harm was done,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

But he was scared, didn't want to see her come to no harm,

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

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

You don't have to be 'bad' to cause harm to others.

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john