This is a song about "Harm"

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

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

These bitches appear quicker than state farm

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

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

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Or did i sprout a new arm, cat squad causing all this harm,