This is a song about "Harm"

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

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

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

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

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

I gotta picture the harm

These bitches appear quicker than state farm

With only two songs, look at what i did

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

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

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