This is a song about "Harm"

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

She hurted me but didn't want to harm

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

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

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit