This is a song about "Harm"

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

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

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

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

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

I gotta picture the harm

Tats no dey for my arm

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep