This is a song about "Self harm"

Please boo what's your size crazy

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

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

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

Full of shit, like i ate that john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,